Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Drunken revelry here at SoSG Headquarters™, where Smonk ripped it up with the Sons one last time before heading his way out to Mr. F. We Sons are sorry to see Smonk go, but happy that he's finally off the payroll (his therapy sessions alone were giving our benefits department fits). So enjoy, Mr. F, and congratulations on a well-earned Smonkstakes!

(And we apologize for the pungent smell of Glenlivet--which apparently does not come out with dry cleaning, no matter what story your cleaners gives you. What a waste of $14.95.)